Honey Hoops

From my meditation corner in the Bamboo Hall, I noticed a bee that was buzzing around this bee hive that was under construction by the resident carpenter who doubles as a gardener. He claimed he knew how to make bee hives and we half-heartedly asked him to demonstrate with two samples. We had planned to invite a bee keeping practitioner to induct us into bee farming but plans were halted by the Covid-19 lockdown.

I watched the buzzing bee absent mindedly until she disappeared. Before long, a few more bees invaded my space, then dozens, then more and more until the hive was full! I quickly exited and watched from a distance, so scared I forgot to reach for the camera. Clearly the first scout bee must have communicated to others through the famous waggle dance, giving them direction to her findings – a free place of abode and a safe foraging site in the woods of Camp Besania. Once convinced, the group swarmed accordingly.

Two years ago when wild bees first visited Camp Besania they badly stung donkeys and goats on their way to some unknown destination. This time they had come to settle. We braved a heavy shower and wisely moved the two hives to safer destinations, far from the residential area. So we are now proud bee beepers, thanks to the marvels of nature. We must learn on the job. No option!

God reveals himself and provides us with so much in nature that our destruction of it cannot be justified. Back to my meditation I “owned” Sandra Bright’s little poem “Come to my garden, little honey bees/Nature has grown so many flowers for you…./You won’t be poisoned here dear bees, no need to panic…/We  have a pesticide free zone for you to discover….” #WhispersofNature